I went to the store today to purchase cat food for Joseph when I decided to stop by the shoe section to see if I could find something I like. It was suggested by friends and my nurse that I try buying 2 different sizes, one for the full foot, one size for the amputated side. I thought I’d look today.
I rolled up to the shoes and saw a dark pastel pink pair of sneakers that really caught my eye. As I looked for two sizes I thought, ya know, I wear Converse for a reason. I can’t wear these “other” things. It’s just not me. Yes, other shoes are cute too but Converse are my mark. So I’m going to stick with them except for when I wear a skirt.
I had no choice but to have the foot amputated, but I do have a choice to continue to wear the shoes that I walk in that make me feel good. More on that in a second.
As a woman, shoes matter. I got rid of my birkenstocks bc of the amputation. I can hardly walk so you know pumps are out. No shoes w the back out, no slip ons. My shoe choices are quite limited right now. As a woman who loves shoes, this hurts. So when I put on the Converse, I put on something I really like that I didn’t lose to the amputation.
House slippers are out. Clogs, gone. One needs toes for flip flops. Converse are one of the things I like that I didn’t lose so continuing to wear them is a security for me.
I’m not sure I’m ready for the step of buying 2 different size shoes nor am I emotionally ready to venture past high top Converse. I thought I was but I’m not sure. So instead of coming home with shoes, I purchased purple fuzzy socks that match my purple fuzzy robe. I so wanted big, stuffed house shoes to match that robe but I can live with fuzzy socks. Since they were on sale I got the pink ones, too. ðŸ˜ Lovin’ my fuzzies.
I don’t like wearing only Converse all the time, every day without exception. I long for birkenstocks and a broomstick skirt while rocking dreadlocks w homemade beads. That makes me smile. Those shoes are a thing of the past but maybe this new Podiatrist really will make me a pair of shoes I can wear with a skirt. Then I’d wear the Converse for everything else without grumbling. I like them, as I said. I’m happy I can still wear them when most shoes I can’t. But skirts are a part of me, too and I’d really like to wear them without Converse.
The foot has healed 100% from the infection but of course that’s not the end of the story. I’ve been a bit quiet about it bc it makes no sense to me to keep blogging about this&that foot crisis. It’s being managed and it will hopefully not become a huge ordeal.
Last but not least, Joe the cat is awesome! He rocks. He’s quiet, loving and doesn’t know a stranger. He’s just like me in that he doesn’t like a lot of noise, but if I turn on a video he’s right here on my chest watching it with me. It’s too sweet. I’m so happy he’s here.
Look at those big, green eyes screaming ‘Love me. Love me.’ Well I surely will.